Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
In a momentary burst of confidence, I raise my chin and stand up to him. “I do want to know. Tell me.”
Julian’s eyes twinkle, and he trails a finger down the side of my face. His touch is nothing more than a caress, but I feel it deep in my soul. “There are no dates. No dinners. No sweet and gentle sex. There is nothing but hard fucking, deep and fast with the occasional moan.”
My eyes go so wide, I’m scared they might pop out. What the hell am I supposed to say to that? Is that what he wants from me?
Suddenly him buying me makes more sense. He doesn’t want dates, love, and companionship. He just wants someone for sex… nothing more, and I’m marrying him. I’m being forced into a marriage that is doomed from the start.
“And they… want that?”
He shrugs. “They’re whores, and that’s their job, so I suppose so, yeah.” His tone is mocking and annoying me further. He sought out some whore to sleep with, only to return to sleep in bed with me. I feel sickened, and even though I know I’m not ready to sleep with him, I cannot stop the emotions I have from bubbling to the surface.
“So, you go to a prostitute for sex?” I struggle with my emotions then, realizing that that’s what I am. He bought be for sex, so essentially, I’m no different from the women he sleeps with now. My chest aches thinking about it. Whore. My mother would be so ashamed and sad if she were alive right now.
“Would you rather me come to you, sweet Elena?”
I know he is taunting me, baiting me to play his game. I should be stronger than this, should turn the other cheek, but at this moment, I’m too hurt already. All I have left is to lash out. It’s like everything is weighing down on me at once, being confined to this room, shackled to a man I know nothing about, not even his agenda. I’m alone and tired… so damn tired.
Looking at him straight in the eyes, I gather up every ounce of courage I have.
“You already paid for it, didn’t you? You paid for me to be your own personal whore. So why go and spend more money on other women when I’m right here?”
For a tiny instant, I see surprise flash across his face, then the moment is gone. His pale blue eyes turn dark, and before I know it, he is on me. One hand wraps around my throat as he shoves me against the mattress while his other snakes beneath my nightgown, cupping my pussy. My eyes bulge out of my head, and I struggle, gasping for air, panicking that he’s going to take me right now. I shouldn’t have pushed him. I should’ve kept my mouth shut. Tears blur my vision. Feral, that’s how he looks right now, and I’m trapped in his burning rage.
Leaning into my face, he growls, “Do you think you could handle my dark, sinister needs? Could you handle my cock, owning every hole in your body? Choking on me as I fill your throat with my cum? Is that how you want me to treat you? Like a whore?”
Shaking my head, a whimper of fear escapes my lips when I feel his fingers probing against my entrance. I want his touch. I want him to want me, to see me, but not like this. I don’t want his hate, and I don’t want this to hurt.
“Please.” I barely get the word past my lips.
Coldness overtakes his features, and I feel his fingers move my panties to the side, one finger tracing against my folds. I shudder against him and wrap a hand around the wrist that’s between my legs, tugging on it to stop him.
“I could fuck you right now, and you wouldn’t be able to stop me.” He nips at my earlobe, and I start to shake, feeling fear like I’ve never felt before in his presence. “Is that what you want? You want me to treat you like a whore? Because I will. I’ll fuck you right now–”
“No,” I croak, just as his finger presses against my entrance, slipping a little inside. Wincing at the intrusion, I try and squeeze my legs closed, but there is no fighting a man as big as Julian. His strong arms overpower me with minimal effort.
Wetting his bottom lip with his tongue, he says, “Are you sure? Your cunt is wet…”
“Please, don’t do this…” I peer right into his eyes, pleading with him like I’ve never pleaded before. “Please, Julian…”
It’s then that he snaps out of it, shaking his head as if he was caught in a trance. He releases his hold on my throat and slowly pulls his hand from my panties, looking down at me with a mix of regret and anger. Scooting back against the headboard, I will my body to stop shaking.